It’s official. The drought on our prairies has become a barometer for my creativity.
The stunted crops are languishing in the heat and forest fires are showering us with smoke. We need water and the rejuvenation that comes with it. And I fondly remember cooler weather.
After 270 blogs, it feels like my creativity well has also run dry. I am not motivated to take photos and nothing strikes me as interesting to write about. I find it is a rather unusual state.
I still thoroughly enjoy my good photos in reserve like these images of birds on their nests – there’s even water in the images. Unfortunately the passing of time has not helped me come up with anything to write about them. All I can think of is an awkward metaphor of sitting on eggs that will never hatch.
We have had many wet years and now the weather has turned dry. We need rain but the forecast calls for more dreaded heat. We will endure and the moisture will come. My own drought is surely a season that will also pass.